Star Wars Battlefront II Tie-In Novel Includes A Mysterious Fourth Inferno Squad Member

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Iden's father was using that voice. That voice meant something very big, very significant, and very personal to him was going on. That he was including her in it made Iden feel proud—but it also put her on high alert. She sat erect in her chair, her eyes on her father, her breath­ing slow, and listened.

"Our glorious Death Star was destroyed by something very small indeed—a tiny flaw, implanted by one man who single-mindedly be­trayed the Empire over the course of years. One person, in an X-wing fighter, hit a target only two meters wide."

He squared his shoulders. "We were arrogant," he said, and only Iden—and, perhaps, Gideon—knew what that admission cost him. "We paid a terrible price for that. And we will not make that mistake again.

"The contribution that one small team can make when it com­prises the best of the best is, I believe, both overlooked and invalu­able. The distillation of individual accomplishments and skills into a smoothly functioning unit will be something the enemies of the Em­pire will not be prepared to guard against.

"After careful evaluation, I have decided that the four of you repre­sent the finest the Empire can field."

It was quite a statement, and they all knew it. Versio clasped his hands behind his back and walked in a predatory circle around the rapt group as he regarded each of them in turn, his eyes searching, laserlike, and piercing, as if trying to plumb their very souls. Gideon and Iden were used to that level of scrutiny, but familiarity made it no less intimidating.

The admiral's gaze settled on the tall man. "Del Meeko. You worked your way up through the ranks, first as a stormtrooper, then a shoretrooper, then a TIE pilot. You have received several commendations for courage under fire. Your commanders have made notations that you excel at whatever you turn your hand to, but you seem to be par­ticularly gifted with repairing everything—from armor to droids to engines." Versio smiled thinly. "Your captain did not part with you with good grace."

Meeko was smart enough not to break eye contact with the admi­ral, but the mechanically inclined TIE pilot did fidget slightly in his seat as he inclined his head in appreciation of the words.

"Seyn Marana," Versio continued, turning to the petite young woman. "You possess the gift of eidetic memory, which has served you well throughout your career. You graduated top of your class at the Imperial Academy of Uyter a full year early—and with honors. You speak . . . twenty-seven languages, is that correct?"

He paused to let her answer. In that sweet voice, the very young lieutenant replied, "Twenty-nine, sir."

Versio's eyebrows rose. "Twenty-nine," he said, his voice a gravelly purr. "I stand corrected. You can read and write seven more—it is seven, yes? I'd hate to be mistaken a second time."

The girl—Iden couldn't help but think of her that way; clearly Seyn was barely into her twenties at best—seemed to be seriously recon­sidering her earlier quick correction of Versio, but she replied,

"Yes, seven, sir."

"Seven. You are also a master cryptologist. And a superior shot who can take out a foe at over five kilometers."

Iden regarded the "girl" with considerably more respect.

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The excerpt continues, as Inferno Squad gets their first mission (and name):

Now Versio turned to Gideon. Iden, who knew him so well, saw her father's expression soften with pride. "Gideon Hask. First in his class at Coruscant Imperial University. Served with valor aboard the Mandate, receiving a battlefield promotion and the Crimson Star for exceptional performance against the enemy.

"And finally, Iden Versio. Graduated top of her class at Coruscant Imperial University, with honors. One of a handful of survivors of the Death Star, where she had held the record for most verified kills in battle—and has the melancholy honor of never losing that title.

"Your mission will be to recover information, artifacts, or indi­viduals that could prove harmful to the Empire if they fall into the wrong hands—or if, perchance, such information has already fallen into the wrong hands. You'll be cleaning things up, as it were. We've just borne witness to the level of damage that can be inflicted upon our Empire when such pivotal information is used against us. We cannot, must not, shall not allow this to happen ever again. Is this understood?"

Everyone replied quickly in the affirmative. The admiral nodded.

"You will do as you are instructed. No questions. We need to re­cover anything and everything, anyone and everyone, who might pose the slightest threat to the Empire. You are all accustomed to being part of something larger than yourselves. To being a part of a vast machine. But this unit will be a microcosm of only four. You'll be performing the majority of your duties without direction from me—in fact, there may be lengthy periods of time when you will not be in contact with me at all. It is imperative that you learn very quickly how to work together smoothly and efficiently. You'll find that a great deal of weight will be resting on your shoulders."

Iden's heart began to slam slowly against her chest, but she gave no sign of it. It wouldn't do to register how thrilled these words made her feel. Responsibility was exactly what she wanted. The team as a whole, it seemed, would be given a great deal of it—but she wanted more.

The girl smiled, and for a moment Seyn looked so young that Iden wanted to protect her more than she wanted to fight alongside her. She dismissed the thought. Seyn's youth surely belied a lot of strength. Garrick Versio would never want anyone on "his team" who wasn't strong. After all, they were the best of the best.

That logical conclusion meant that the quiet Del Meeko also had something special to offer. And of course, Iden knew Gideon well enough to know how much he brought to the table.

"Any other questions?" There were none. Versio nodded. "Dis­missed."

The four got to their feet, saluted, and turned to go. At the door, though, Gideon hung back, considering, then asked his new com­manding officer, "Sir? Does this unit have a name yet?

The faintest of smiles quirked Versio's lips. "It does," he replied. "It's a promise to the rebels.

"It's called Inferno Squad."

Battlefront II: Inferno Squad releases on July 25, and can be pre-ordered on Amazon, right here. Meanwhile, Star Wars Battlefront II storms onto PC, Xbox One, and PS4 on November 17. You can check out WWG's latest coverage of the game here.